[ in return, tsurumaru folds back in on himself neatly like origami -- what had once been flying sleeves and robes is now back prim and proper within the confines of his theatre chair.

in all honesty, this would work better if he's standing-- but he does manage a small nod of deference, even though the wide smile he has on has yet to abate. that was exciting, even if there's still decorum that he has to adhere to. ]

I am a sword forged by Kuninaga; please call me Tsurumaru. [ finger waggle in greeting! ahaha. ] And as for why I surprised you-- well, you were wide open, so I couldn't help myself. Sorry, sorry.